Speak.
You asked me to speak.
But I couldn't breathe.
And despite this,
you asked me to anyway.
And you continued to ask.
And I continued to disappoint.
So, you left then.
And at first I stayed.
And my fear outweighed my future.
But then I grew strong.
And my lungs followed suit.
So,
he asked me to speak.
And I did.
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